The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In novel Chapter 799

Chapter 799 A Father at the Door

Dale finally tracked down where Victor and Tessa were staying.

Finished

It was already past one in the morning when Silas and Lewis stopped him at the entrance.

Silas frowned. “Mr. Morris, please go back. Everyone is resting now.”

“I have urgent business. I need to see my daughter!”

The words my daughter were bitten out hard.

For a father to demand to see his own child should have been reason enough–but not for Silas and Lewis.

“Mr. Morris,” Silas replied coolly, “even if it were your mother you wanted to see, we couldn’t let you in at this hour.”

Let alone a daughter.

And truthfully–after the way Dale had treated Tessa, they weren’t fools.

He hadn’t even known what she looked like. And now he called her his daughter?

Dale’s face darkened at once.

Lewis smirked lazily. “Mr. Morris, maybe head home and figure out what your daughter looks like first. Then come back.”

The words dripped with mockery.

A father who didn’t even recognize his own child–was there anything more laughable?

Dale’s face shifted from pale to ashen with rage.

His eyes cut venomously toward Lewis, but Silas stepped forward. “Meeting our master at this hour will do you no good.”

Anyone dragged from sleep at such a time would not be inclined to kindness.

“I only want to see my daughter,” Dale pressed.

“Your daughter is with our master now,” Lewis shot back, his voice sharp with disdain.

The meaning was clear. Tessa wasn’t only Dale’s daughter anymore–if she had ever been one at all.

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A girl who had lived her life without the slightest intersection with him could hardly be claimed so suddenly as daughter.

For Dale to show up now, clinging to the word, was nothing but forced submission.

And forced submission held no value–certainly not to Tessa.

Lewis didn’t stop there. “Besides, Mr. Morris, with so many children, you can’t even tell which one’s yours. What’s the point of seeing any daughter?”

Always sharp–tongued, Lewis’s jab carried an extra sting.

The phrase can’t tell which one’s yours had an edge Dale failed to catch–or perhaps had never caught.

Because Lina and Lana were so conspicuously plain, most who saw them doubted they were truly his blood.

But Dale had never questioned it. Not once.

Even now, as Lewis needled, the hint flew straight past him.

Silas’s mouth twitched as he cast Lewis a warning look.

Dale’s face had gone an ugly shade of blue. Fury choked him until he finally turned on his heel and stormed off.

Silas and Lewis remained.

“That mouth of yours,” Silas muttered.

Usually, he wanted nothing more than to stitch it shut.

But tonight, he admitted–it had felt satisfying.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” Lewis shot back. “He can’t even recognize his own children. Blind as a bat.”

Silas hesitated, then muttered something uncharacteristic for him. “So… Lina and Lana really aren’t his?”

He never indulged in gossip, but Lewis had pulled him right into it.

“Of course not,” Lewis snorted.

Dale, halfway gone, suddenly turned back–and caught the two mid–conversation.

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